into the darkness thy spirit wanders through the opaque skies i ride. unto the ancient moon i offer my blood before the graveside.

carpe noctem, spirits of the night, from the veil of azrael. i gaze upon the grave sight, through soil and withered leaves. the voices of evoken spirits (of the deceased) speaks to me. i hear the voices of deceased souls as chants of demons ring… vehemently.

from the darkness i come. the cold and dissonant realms i am. i am the night the calls out. i am the red eyes that stare. i am the dark sorcerer of funeral summonings. from the nocturnal winds of necromancy, i call forth the dead… may azrael animate the corpse before me. i consecrate the golem with blood, i summon the powers of night. within thine funerary circle of high necromancy i commune with shadowed spirits. i view what once was, what is and what will come, through thine darkened circle i gaze through the all seeing eye.